Grateful Dead

Thought you had found yourself a good girl
One who would love you and give you the world
Then you find, babe, that you've been misused
Come to me, honey, I'll do what you choose
I want you to

Tell Mama all about it
Tell Mama what you need
Tell your Mama, babe, what you want
Tell your Mama, dear, what you need
What you want
What you need
What you want, yeah
And I'll make everything alright

That girl you had didn't have no sense, babe
Wasn't worth all the time that you spent
Had another man kick you out the door
Now that same dude is wearing all your clothes
Hey